Chapter 5 Pregnancy Happened.

Olivia stumbled into her bedroom, still reeling from the intensity of her encounter with Her Stranger. She collapsed onto her bed, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh as she gazed up at the ceiling, a contented smile spreading across her face.

"Oh. My. Gosh," she breathed, her mind still racing with the memories of their passion-filled night. "That was the best experience of my life!" She couldn't believe it had been a one-night stand, and they hadn't even exchanged numbers or names. A pang of disappointment flickered through her, but she pushed it aside, letting the glow of her memories wash over her.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, Olivia felt her eyelids growing heavy, her body relaxing into the softness of her bed. She snuggled into her blankets, letting the warmth envelop her, and drifted off into a light doze. But her peace was short-lived, as the sound of knocks at the door pierced the air, jolting her awake.

At first, Olivia tried to ignore it, hoping the person would go away. But the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent. With a groan, Olivia tossed off her covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her heart still heavy with sleep. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of slumber, and stumbled to the door, her movements sluggish.

As she reached the door, she called out, "Who is it?" Her voice was husky from sleep, and she cleared her throat, trying to sound more alert. She felt a surge of annoyance at the interruption, but as she waited for a response, her irritation began to fade.

The response came from the other side of the door, "It's me, Roselyn! Open up!" Olivia's heart lifted at the sound of her friend's voice, and she quickly turned the handle, pulling open the door to reveal Roselyn's bright smile.

Olivia opened the door, and Roselyn burst in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Spill the tea, girl! What happened?" Roselyn asked, practically bouncing with excitement.

Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "You're not going to believe it," she said, flopping down onto the bed. Roselyn followed suit, sitting across from Olivia with a look of anticipation.

"Come on, come on! Tell me everything!" Roselyn urged, her hands clasped together in excitement.

Olivia took a deep breath, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Okay, so I met this guy... ..And, well, we had a one-night stand." Olivia's cheeks flushed, and she looked down, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

Roselyn's eyes widened. "Wow, girl! You're a wild child!" She leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "But wait, you didn't exchange numbers? You didn't even get his name?" Roselyn's expression turned incredulous.

Olivia shook her head, laughing. "I know, I know, it was crazy! But it just happened, and we didn't think to exchange numbers or anything." She shrugged, a sheepish grin still plastered on her face.

Roselyn flung her arms wide, channeling her inner drama queen. "Olivia! Seriously? You didn't even bother to ask his name? What did Jesus do to be your wingman?" she laughed, rolling her eyes.

With a furrowed brow, Roselyn faced her. "Wait a minute, do you even have a clue where his place is? Like, do you know his house?" she questioned, taking in Olivia's unkempt appearance.

With a sheepish grin, Olivia let out a laugh. "Honestly? No idea. I was pretty tipsy, and I completely blanked on how I got there." She shook her head, a bit embarrassed.

Roselyn's eyes popped open in disbelief. "Seriously, Liv?" She threw her hands up, chuckling.

As the night wrapped up, Roselyn rose to her feet, stretching her arms above her head. "Alright, girl, I believe I've squeezed out all the good stuff from you," she chuckled.

Olivia smiled, a wave of relief washing over her now that she'd confided in her buddy. "I'm really happy I could make you laugh," she said, getting up to guide Roselyn to the door.

As they embraced for the last time, Roselyn leaned in and said, "Hey, don't stress about it. I've got your secret locked up tight. But seriously, next time, try to at least snag a number or a name, alright?"

Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "I'll try, I'll try."

*****

A month later, Olivia was feeling dizzy and weak, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She stumbled to the bathroom, vomiting up the contents of her stomach. As she splashed water on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror and wondered, "Could I be pregnant?"

She felt a wave of panic wash over her, and her mind started racing. "What if I am? What if I'm actually pregnant?" She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

Olivia decided to take a pregnancy test, and as she waited for the results, her heart was racing. She finally worked up the courage to look at the test strip, and her eyes widened as she saw the two red lines. "God, I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with shock.

Without hesitating, Olivia grabbed her phone and dialed Roselyn's number. The moment Roselyn answered, Olivia exclaimed, "You won't believe this... I'm seriously pregnant!"

Wow, no way! How did that even happen? When did it take place? What on earth? Roselyn yelled into the phone, bursting with curiosity.

Roselyn's tone was serious on the line. 'So, who's the dad?' she pressed.

After a brief hesitation, Olivia replied, 'I have a feeling it's... the guy I saw at the bar.'

There was a moment of silence on the line before Roselyn erupted, "Seriously? Are you really going to tell me that you went without protection with someone you barely know? Are you for real, girl? What were you thinking?"

Olivia let out a deep breath, a swirl of embarrassment and stubbornness inside her. "Yeah, I get it, I messed up. It wasn't something I intended to do."

Roselyn's tone softened slightly. "Okay, well, are you going to keep the baby?"

Olivia hesitated again. "I... I don't know. Maybe. I don't know, but I think my mom would kill me if I got rid of it. So, I'll just... keep it, I guess."

Roselyn's voice was laced with concern. "Are you sure? It's going to be a long and difficult road. You're not even thinking about your job and how you're going to raise this child."

Olivia steeled herself. "I'll cope. I'll try."